FTBZ 4 LIFE

Just look at my bank account

I ran up my mo'fuckin' money, so that's why these niggas, they hating now

I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, I hit from the back, she don't want me to take it out

I'm mixing the Xanax with the Rohypnol like Jesse Jones

I was stuck in Moline 'cause Mathew wouldn't take me home

I was stuck in Pine Ridge 'cause Mathew wouldn't take me home

And yo' bitch got mileage, yeah, the whole gang ran through your hoe

And I'm sippin' on codiene, I got Wockhardt in my styrofoam

Yeah, told that bitch Madison, "Don't call me no more"

I fucked your bitch, yeah, I slutted your whore

Run up on me, I send shots at your door (door), yeah

And I got a Van Cleef on my double neck, and two Cartier's

And I'm fuckin' this dyke bitch, and she telling me that she don't wanna be gay

And I'm FTBZ, yeah, I got that name from darkest days

It was like six years ago I told Madison, "Don't walk away"

I feel bad for any nigga that trys to date that bitch, 'cause she just won't leave me alone

I mean she'll have a boyfriend and still try to call me

All the time but that bitch is on a block list, like I'm on some FTBZ shit

I don't give a fuck

Just look at my bank account

I ran up my mo'fuckin' money, so that's why these niggas, they hating now

I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, I hit from the back, she don't want me to take it out

I'm mixing the Xanax with the Rohypnol like Jesse Jones

I was stuck in Moline 'cause Mathew wouldn't take me home

I was stuck in Pine Ridge 'cause Mathew wouldn't take me home

And yo' bitch got mileage, yeah, the whole gang ran through your hoe

And I'm sippin' on codiene, I got Wockhardt in my styrofoam